Aaron of thy brother catch me in thy sleep,
Find the missing path of my pillows grief,
Join in make believe that a snake is under the rock,
Speak to me amazingly that I expect the shock,
To this woman in her voice I dreamt no evils,
Yet to this man in this light I feel no middles,
A speed of knowledge with no factors of discovery,
Aging with the directions of failure and recovery,
Tinted by the moon my hand holes these shutters,
As the wind blows breaking my dogs that mutter,
Just in the case of blackbooking the numbers,
My rock before their eyes can speak the slumber,
Eloquent sophistication of needing a move,
Dark congregation of eyes in the room.